Spring Poem

When it's spring in Minnesota

 And the sun is shining bright,

The snow is falling sideways

 And you're blind from all the white.

When the calendar says April

 All the world says spring,

The robins come from way down south

 And freeze so they can't sing.

The sun comes out, the shadows part

 The clouds roll back for show,

The rain comes down and bounces

 And it thunders in the snow.

You go and fix the lawn mower

 For when that grass is green,

But it's so cold you cannot work

 Without a thermal spleen.

The sun is up, it calls to me,

 "It's time! The grass is growing,"

I look outside and see the snow, say,

 "Call me when you're mowing."